Alice Lovelace reading her poetry in Atlanta, 2007. Photo by Nic Paget-Clarke.

Wild Womyn sport
dreads
fine braids
edged
w/ culture,
shelter
bells / beads
there.
Make hair an art.

Wild Womyn ride
the crest
of sanity,
transpose
the quiet
w/ flickering tongue
fiery fingers
feet of flames,
deny the world
entrance to our
secret place.
Never confuse
magic w/ fate.

Wild Womyn consume
fire
shatter ideology
reconstruct history,
are the underpinnings
of proud nations.

Wild Womyn chant
hymns
in the face
of the tempest,
make the storm
their
song.

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Originally published in “Black Coffee -- Poems by Alice Lovelace".
© 1986 by Alice Lovelace
Published by Sababa Press, Atlanta, Georgia.

Also see:

• Index of Alice Lovelace articles and poetry
  

Published in In Motion Magazine August 30, 2020